“I think you know what I’m doing. What I want.” He thrust up against her, a subtle move that allowed her to feel exactly how much he wanted her.
Her eyes widened and then she bent to kiss him. A hot, wet kiss which sent his senses reeling, his body tense with need. Their tongues tangled, lips meshing, teeth tugging and he buried his hands in her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss.
Oh yeah, this was exactly what he wanted. He’d had a suspicion Little Miss Demure and Sweet would be a hot piece once he delved beneath the surface and she didn’t disappoint.
Her hands were everywhere, her body brushing against his and driving him insane. Those knockout tits were just waiting for his hands so he touched one, cupping the lush flesh in the palm of his hand and she moaned against his mouth.
“You feel so good,” he whispered, tilting his head so he could slide his lips down the side of her neck. Her skin was soft and fragrant and she tasted sweet.
He wondered if she tasted this sweet everywhere.
Stephanie shivered, her hands moving to the front of his shirt and her delicate fingers slowly worked each button undone.
He was taken aback by her boldness but it certainly didn’t offend. He
ll no, he liked it, loved it even.
She moved away from him and pushed his shirt apart, her breath coming in rapid little pants as she stared down at him. Her fingers skimmed across his pecs, down his stomach and his muscles rippled in response.
“You must really work out,” she breathed.
He wanted to laugh. Hell yeah, he worked out. It was his fucking job.
Well at least, it had been. Up until that fatal afternoon had cost him his entire career.
With awe sparkling in the depths of her eyes, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his, the kiss soft, sweet.
“This is one of the top female fantasies you know,” she whispered against his mouth when she broke the kiss, her hand resting so low on his stomach his cock was screaming in protest.
Just a nudge lower and she’d be touching him. God, how he wanted her to touch him, stroke him, go down on him.
“Top female fantasies?” What, having sex with someone famous? That wouldn’t surprise him. Women were always writing him fan mail saying they super-imposed his face on their husband’s/boyfriend’s/lover’s head.
Sometimes he found it flattering. Most of the time it creeped him out.
She nodded and her hand strayed lower. He actually trembled, his hips doing a subtle lift and then she was cupping him, sure fingers sliding down his length. Holy hell, he was more than ready to spill like an eager and horny teenager in the backseat of a car on prom night.
“Sex with a stranger. It’s in the top ten.” Her quick fingers flicked the button of his trousers undone and then slid the zipper down slowly.
Justin closed his eyes and gnashed his teeth together. The woman was going to drive him crazy. “Top ten what?”
“Sexual fantasies.” She sounded amused, the little tease, and he nearly howled when her hand slipped inside his pants, cradling his cotton-covered cock. “Haven’t you been listening?”
“It’s kind of hard when you’re touching me like that,” he said through clenched teeth.
She laughed, the sound wrapping around him and making him dizzy. Crazy. “I know something is hard, that’s for sure.”
Okay that was it. Enough of the banter and enough of the teasing. He needed to get this woman naked now. He reached for the back of her dress, sliding the zipper down and the fabric fell forward with ease.
He pushed her away, tugging the top of her dress off and down her arms until it fell to her waist. She sat there straddling him, her skin tinted a rosy flush, her full breasts barely contained by the sexiest bra he’d ever seen. Red swirling lace, so fragile looking he was almost afraid to touch it.
Almost.
“God damn.” He touched her, his finger barely brushing against the lace covering her hardened nipple and she whimpered. “Are you trying to make me lose it?”
“I like pretty lingerie,” she murmured.
“I like it too.” He cupped her breasts in each hand, thumbs circling around her nipples. He could see them, pink and hard and oh, so tempting, right through the delicate red lace. “Especially on you.”